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I’d be rubbish there, yeah, too awkward, stammerin, "Uh, h-how much, love?" Reckon I’d balls it up, total "calm down, dear" moment. Still, gotta respect the hustle, them girls got more balls than me boardroom! Oh, and the jargon - “client satisfaction”, “service delivery”, makes it sound like a bloody call centre, cracks me up!

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Uri Monson tells The Intelligencer in Doylestown (www.facebook.com) the man, believed to be in his 70s, paid prostitutes using profits earned from peddling alcohol to fellow residents. Monson .

Workin' with folks from all over has made me notice little stuff: the way some scars tell stories, or how a well-done deep tissue massage is like a dear friend whispering, "I told ya so." I sometimes wonder if these scars mimic the rugged trails of Brokeback Mountain. Hell, “I’d rather be ridin’ the plains than stuck in a massage chair.” It’s a wild life, full of odd encounters, like talking to a wall sometimes.

Apparent electrical fire strikes Doylestown Historical Society